What did that mean?

Did Zhen Jiu’er and Yan Qiu suspect Ren Qiqi?

Ren Qiqi was terrified. “I already told you, my kit has anesthetic in it, but I’m a doctor—how could I not carry these medications?”

They couldn’t suspect her just because her kit contained it—that wasn’t fair!

“You said your kit has anesthetic in it?” Zhen Jiu’er walked up to her.

“Of course it does!”

“Then what about these other two, with no labels on them?” Jiu’er produced two small bottles, one red, one blue, both very tiny.

Easy to miss if you weren’t paying attention.

The moment she saw the two bottles, Ren Qiqi’s face changed. “Where did you find those?”

These two small items hadn’t been in her medical kit at all—they’d been in her suitcase.

Hidden very carefully, too, in a compartment she’d built herself. Even if someone searched for it deliberately, they might not find it.

“You know better than I do where they were found. Now tell me, what are these?” Jiu’er asked again.

Ren Qiqi took a deep breath, then said helplessly, “They’re… medicine I need for myself…”

“What medicine?”

“I can’t say.”

“What else is there that can’t be said?” Yan Qiu narrowed his eyes.

This answer from Ren Qiqi was strange indeed.

Everyone’s eyes fell on her at once.

“I don’t want to say, but it’s absolutely not an anesthetic. Zhen Jiu’er, you’re a doctor yourself—you can tell whether it’s an anesthetic or not.”

Ren Qiqi’s face flushed red. “But I… I can’t say, don’t force me!”

Lu Beicheng’s gaze darkened.

Ji Mingyu knew that if Ren Qiqi wouldn’t explain what these two bottles were, this wouldn’t be over.

Someone had died—how could she still be allowed to act willful?

If she couldn’t give a proper explanation, then she too was a suspect!

Everyone’s gaze toward Ren Qiqi grew noticeably more guarded.

Could she really be the murderer?

But unexpectedly, just as Ren Qiqi seemed willing to be suspected rather than explain, Zhen Jiu’er suddenly spoke.

“Fine. Since you don’t want to say, I won’t press you. But these two bottles will need to stay with me for safekeeping.”

“Jiu’er…” Yan Qiu looked at her, startled.

Why not press further? The way Ren Qiqi was behaving now only made her look more suspicious—it would be hard for her to clear herself.

“Not everything needs to be questioned to the bottom. These two aren’t anesthetics.”

“But…”

“Let’s move on to other matters.” Zhen Jiu’er’s words firmly cut off whatever Yan Qiu was about to say.

Ren Qiqi let out a heavy breath of relief.

Looking at Zhen Jiu’er again, her expression remained unreadable the entire time.

Ren Qiqi had no idea what Zhen Jiu’er was actually thinking.

But what Zhen Jiu’er said next left everyone stunned. “There is no anesthetic in Ren Qiqi’s medical kit.”

“Impossible!” Ren Qiqi knew exactly what medications she’d brought. “My kit…”

Suddenly, her eyes went wide. “Could it be… could my anesthetic have been stolen?”

If the anesthetic had been stolen, that meant someone had used it to sedate the professor before throwing him into the water to drown!

The killer could have gotten away without leaving any evidence at all, since the professor genuinely had drowned.

But this trick had been seen through at a glance by Zhen Jiu’er.

So now, had Ren Qiqi used her own anesthetic herself, or had it been stolen from her to commit the crime?

“A’Ke, where were you last night?” Jiu’er suddenly turned to look at the large-framed A’Ke standing not far off.

A’Ke shook his head in fright. “Jiu’er, I’m not the murderer. I don’t like killing people.”